Living with Grandpa gives us a window into what it's like to grow old. It is one thing to walk slower, hear less, and generally slow down, it's another thing completely to see the way that changes in small things combine to make many, much larger, challenges. Something as simple as pain from arthritic knees creates an entire slew of other problems which significantly decrease his quality of life. Inevitably, because so much of that process is not pretty, watching Grandpa leads us to not only understand this process of growing old, but also to scramble to find ways to stay young...at all costs.
Almost like a yin and a yang, we look at all the ways in which Grandpa has aged and look to find the counter balance which we may still be able to influence in ourselves to stay "young" and thus avoid these less than attractive traits. So far, empathy and enthusiasm are the two "young" traits that I most hope to preserve as the lack of either one of them makes a person SO unattractive and not fun to spend time with.
Empathy, as I've come to understand it with Grandpa, is not so much an ability to feel what others are feeling as much as a simple recognition that they exist and matter. Things like saying please and thank you are not simply societally enforced niceties of good manners but a verbal acknowledgment for another person's actions and efforts. Here's a little story to illustrate:
Today, I got up and got going a little early to make Grandpa's favorite breakfast, biscuits and gravy. He was a little slower than normal getting going this morning so I kept things waiting so as soon as he made it out to the kitchen I could put his plate together with a beautiful and delicious (albeit not so healthy) meal. Drew had made coffee, I had put out his pills with water, and we were all ready to go. It was one of those sun shining, birds singing, hot coffee and delicious breakfast kind of mornings. Yeah!
When Grandpa came out to the kitchen I happily greeted him and told him I had made something very tasty for him for breakfast. He gave a passing glance at the stove and said, "Hmph...is it mush?" Not to be discouraged I told him what we were actually having and he perked up a little with happy little smile. As we were sitting down I asked Grandpa if he would like some fruit or juice with breakfast. He has proven to be vary particular about this and will only eat such fruit related items at the start of breakfast. If you forget to put them on the table before he starts eating the rest of his food, he will push the fruit away in disgust and tell you he doesn't want any. This morning, I decided to empower the man with a little choice, asked what he wanted, and Grandpa said he wanted prunes...but not the petite prunes. Still trying to please, I scurried down to the basement and brought up two jars of prunes (petite ones canned 2 years ago and regular ones canned 10+ years ago). I explained to Grandpa that I wasn't sure the larger prunes were still good as some of the jars had lost their seal and suggested having the "fresher" petite prunes.
Now, despite his mantra of "When in doubt, throw it out" that I whole-heartedly endorse, Grandpa is still a child of the depression and will never actually throw anything out. He gruffly told me that the large prunes were just fine and to serve them up. In the past few weeks, I've been scolded for using extra dishes for serving prunes and have never figured out how he likes to eat them. I'm sure that there is a "right way" that Grandpa ate his prunes and cereal for years but since I haven't figured that out and he seems unable to tell me how he'd like them...I tried my luck with a saucer. Upon delivering the saucer full of large prunes to the table, next to the biscuits and gravy, coffee, pills, and water that were already waiting, I thought that I was done and we could settle down to enjoy our breakfast. As I went to grab my own plate and join Drew and Grandpa at the table I heard, "Damnit! You should have put these in a bowl!" behind me. Nice.
Grandpa isn't one of those people who swears very much so this expletive caught my attention. Glancing over I found him pushing the prunes around the saucer with look of complete disgust. Still trying to please I offered to give him a bowl and that he could put the prunes in the bowl instead but he gruffly rejected this idea and made quick work of eating the prunes...bowl or not.
In the grand scope of things, Grandpa swearing over the way his prunes were served is truly not a big deal but I think it's symptomatic of the lack of empathy that is so frustrating to deal with. Perhaps, the same lessons from my Mediterranean Chicken Pasta (see the earlier post if you're truly curious) should be applied here but I feel like there's something bigger going on. Completely wrapped up in his own ways, Grandpa was blind to the efforts I had gone to in order to make his breakfast a really good one and instead focused only on how he would have done things differently. Ironically, the saddest part about this selfishness isn't its effect on me (although I did want to throw a frying pan at him for a while), but its effect on him. Wrapped up in his own dissatisfaction with the world, Grandpa is immune to the blessings of kindness that others bestow on him. Rather than bask in the warmth of human kindness, he stays isolated in his self preoccupation and immune to things that may actually perk him up. The whole thing just creates a downward spiral that, sadly, may drive him further and further into himself and away from others.
Now, I'm not saying that Grandpa is a wet blanket and a grump all the time, or that he doesn't appreciate anything. He has, in fact, said thank you a few times, and we do have good laughs about things from time to time. He give good "bedtime hugs" and will always come along with me to run errands and is generally pleasant in the car. That said, there are enough good things that he ignores, belittles, or complains about that I think he's missing out on a lot of goodness that, in all honestly, he really needs to keep him going. In focusing on themselves I fear the the selfish (and the elderly if this is the path they choose) fail to recognize that other people exist and close themselves off to the warmth that they may bring to their lives.
Staying "young" then requires selflessness, openness, and gratitude. Just like babies surrender to their mothers for comforting, just like young people explore and try new things with vigor, and just like children are giddy with delight over things like their favorite foods, Christmas gifts, and little surprises, so too must we maintain ourselves. In all of these acts, even in receiving gifts, we have an opportunity to recognize other people, be thankful for them, and allow them into our hearts. It's a funny paradox that being selfless means recognizing others and their actions which may simply mean accepting their kindness with gratitude. That, along with enthusiasm...which I will have to blog about later...will do much to keep us "young" and at the very least make us pleasant to be around. "Damn it!"
As a COMPLETE side note, to update everyone on our deer situation, I've discovered that people here really do build 7' fences to keep the deer out. I've decided that for the time being I can use old wire fencing stuff to create a shorter but hopefully equally effective labyrinth over my young and already severely munched on sprouts. Unfortunately, the labyrinth will also make the veggies impossible for me to get to and harvest but if I don't keep the deer out there won't be anything to harvest anyway so we'll try this for now. Wish me luck! :)
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